Текст песни Гарик Осипов - Кривая бухта

The curve of the bay , hidden from the eyes of
 Season of mists and rain.
 Sailed lift & quot; Worldly Glory & quot;
 And gradually
 I remember that in Italian Bava -
 This foam.
 Creaking ceiling lamps dead .
 The pillars are gone, the remaining wire .
 Then comes from the light?
 Memory - yonder shall burn .
 And there should be the name of the glow.
 The Post , where parcels of living
 Do not take the girl , alas,
 & quot; to be born - should die & quot ;.

The curve of the bay - the ghostly region ,
 Non-existent , right up moving
 For fragments of stone on the shore
 In a dream, water, and color change stone.
 Darker than done , though suddenly
 Drew the curtains in the morning drunk
 Both trembling hands .
 Just think, later erase the .
 Typical case. short trees
 Stumbles in his sleep - do not count .
 Away from the crimson shirts
 There, where the planned darkness
 Sabbath light dilutes him .

Only a wire box with milk
 What a rotten shed stomachs
 Thunders that hour of the year which
 Vibrate without making ulcer
 As if in the last century reality.
 And Christmas trees are growing short .
 One can see , as long as not to melt
 In the sand , in the place
 Unrecoverable points ...
 About Fish , Fisherman , kidney disease,
 And ABC forgotten piece .
 It wanted something to wrap .
 The curve of the bay - gloomy area
 Things quite neglected and losses.
 Here Dnepr reminds pond
 And reflects the fictitious door
 Someday I too will drop
 And finally , I will come back . Come.